So, just some things.
I finished the dragon flu story that I've been working on. I'll do one more round of edits before I send it to my critique partner.
Also, I wrote 1,217 words on one novel and 784 words on another. That's fair. My word counts are never high. Like, I can never write 3,000 words in a day like some people I know. Both of these novels are urban fantasy. One is just a fairly-serious story with some romance (because I'm a mushy girl), while I refer to the other as my urbfanromcom. (urban fantasy romantic comedy) There where points, while I was working on the novels tonight, that I felt emotions. I write urban fantasy with heart, okay.
The rest of the words belong to a story that came to me in a dream. I call it the body-hopping, gender-swapping demon story. It's kind of risqué, so I don't know if I'll ever finish it. It's sad, really, because the story has a lot of potential. I blame the whole thing on my sheltered upbringing. I can kill characters off in all sorts of horrible and violent ways, but sex makes me uncomfortable. Blarg.
I also added some flesh to the bones of a vague idea I had for a while. I don't know if I'll ever write that one, either, but it's because I don't know if the idea will become fully actualized. Only time will tell.
Heh. At least I'm getting some things done.